Fires of Exaron: Arrival OOC(Hotshot at Jarak)

[Hotshot]

Name: Galvin Disir
Description:
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Faction: New Republic, Special Forces Pathfinders
Rank (if applicable) or position/job: Sergeant First Class, Pathfinder
Weapons: A-295 blaster carbine, 2x flashbang grenades, 2x thermal detonators, DL-44 blaster pistol, knife
Equipment: grav-chute, fighting load carrier, assault pack, 10 days of rations, water, sleeping bag, long-range comm
Brief Bio: Galvin Disir is a Corellian, and like almost everyone from that world, is an adrenaline junkie who is a bit on the wild side. He started racing swoop bikes when he was 16 after running away from home, but eventually found his way to the Rebellion, where he joined as an infantry soldier. After learning about the Special Forces program, Galvin began training and performing very well in order to be accepted to the training program. He failed the first time, not a bad mark against him in any way since only a miniscule percentage pass, but he refused to accept defeat and applied again a year later, being accepted this time and beginning his training. He selected the Pathfinder specialty, specializing in dropping behind enemy lines to prepare and scout for follow-on forces. He was trained in various forms of insertion, including grav-chute, which he prefers for its stealth and unexpectedness.
Notes: none

[Jarak]

Name: Saris.

Race: Human - Fondorian decent.

Gender: Male.

Age: 29.

Faction: New Republic Navy, Special Warfare Command - Delta Group.

Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class, Field Operative.

Weapons: Modified Protector Revolver, short ranged taser (disguised as a comm link).

Equipment: Encrypted handheld datapad, a twenty pack of Death sticks, small holoprojector, fake ID.

Brief Bio: Saris was to his knowledge born on Fondor, he never new his real parents only Saul, his 'unofficial adoptive father', who was also happened to be a conman. While Saul's profession wasn't the most legitimate of the bunch, it got the two a roof to live under, and food in their stomachs. Saul and Saris moved around Fondor often due to being run out of town by gangs or the police.

Eventually the duo found themselves on Alderaan, the planet of the rich, the jewel of the Republic, then later the Galactic Empire. By this point Saris was old enough to play in on the cons, usually faking injuries. Technically nothing illegal. Saris was a firm Imperialist threw and threw, justifying his acts of fraud by claiming those he stole from didn't the support the New order. At one point Saris managed to sell the planet of Alderaan to a Hutt Clan, only for the deal to fall threw. Because of that the Hutts had Saris arrested.

Saul was separated from his mentor and father, Saul. As Saris was being transported off-planet and towards a penal colony Alderaan was destroyed by Grand Moff Tarkin. It was at that point Saris's support for the New Order was shattered. The Empire had killed Saul, and they must pay.

Saris bribed his prison guard, and escaped prison with his bunk-mate, a rebel operative. With his good word, Saris was able to gain membership into the Alliance, he felt genuinely proud for himself, for the first time in his short life. With his skillset, Saris found himself mostly swindling Merchantmen, Hutts and Imperials alike. Saris as a uncanny ability to get whatever he wanted, whether that be by legitimate means or not, if he wanted something, he got it.

As the years past he learned how to fight, which was becoming necessity in his line of work, which was now Double-Agent work most of the time. Just knowing when an attack was going to happen was invaluable to the Alliance, so it's many men on the inside helped greatly. With the foundation of the New Republic, Saris soon found himself in Navy Intelligence as the Alliance reformed it's forces. His new duties were still field work, only this time his jobs where deep-cover, not simply undercover. Saris would have to befriend Imperials, then kill them, so to speak.

[Hotshot]

K let me know when you're done. I am gonna start working on my opening post.

EDIT-BTW, no first name? lol

[Jarak]

In Fondorian culture people only have one name, or something weird like that.

I'll start on my history now.

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http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...26#post7856226

The IC. It's a bit short but I wanted to get it up for you before I had to head out to spend some time with family.

[Jarak]

Alright, I don't get my history. But for now, it's finished.

I don't like it, but it'll have to do.

[Hotshot]

Looks good to me lol.

[Jarak]

Got my post off now, tuck me a while to get it done. Mostly kept on getting distracted, so yeah.

]But yeah, now it's up.

[Hotshot]

K I will reply later tonight after this dinner I've got to go to.

[Hotshot]

I hope you're ok with the way I delineated things there at the end of the post between Army and Navy. It makes sense given their units, IMO, and gives you the chance to create a mission set for us in addition to my ideas.